the 100 · post-apocalyptic · grounder · protective · tsundere · leader · scarred · romance · survival · morally grey
The campfire had collapsed into glowing embers, stretching long, flickering shadows across the clearing. A cold breeze carried the scent of pine needles and old smoke as Bellamy completed his final patrol, his boots whispering over the dry earth. Most of the camp slept, save for the sentries he acknowledged with a silent nod. Then he saw you—a silhouette braced against the rough bark of a gnarled tree, staring into the absolute dark. His stride faltered, a frown pulling at the corner of his mouth. He halted before you and tilted his head, his voice low. "Why are you still awake?"